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- It's temporary.
- Oh.

So, uh, James has vanished
again.

I'm not gonna get into
whose fault it is,

because I don't want to
embarrass Sheila.

So, why would James want to go
and see a psychiatrist?

Relationship problems,
obviously.

Really?
Harsh.

Could it be stress
from the book tour?

No. I don't think so.

Sarah, he...
he's never been happier.

And anyway, you don't keep an
appointment with a psychiatrist

when you're on the run
from the police, do you?

I mean, James is not
the kind of person

that would want to go
and see a psychiatrist,

despite the fact that he'd have
rather a lot to talk about.

- I'm taking that personally.
- Please do.

Now, we know that Melissa
was in rehab in her 20s.

We know she saw a psychiatrist
within the last few weeks.

Maybe James knew that as well.

You mean you think
he was investigating?

Well, maybe.

What if he tried to find out

a little bit more about Melissa
through her psychiatrist

in a bid to clear his name?

I can't remember a thing
about that night.

Just waking up on the floor
of the cottage,

Melissa's body next to me.

All I could think was that I'd
been attacked in my own home

and whoever did it could
come back and finish the job,

put Agatha in danger.

So if I was a target, I should
at least be a moving target.

And Melissa?

What was your relationship
with her?

I barely knew the woman.

She was just someone
to confide in.

About what?

I need you to help me find out

exactly who
Melissa Sheppard was,

why she dragged me
into her chaos.

I can't go home.

And you can't tell Agatha.
We'd be endangering her.

But you're happy to endanger me.

Thanks, buddy.

Ah.
Apologies.

Just been, uh, preparing
for the charity auction.

Oh.

So, how was your date
with Julia?

Melissa's sister?

Melissa's sister... is a sister.

She's a nun.

Yes. Yes.

Have a laugh, why don't you?

So, any news on James?

Uh, no, but I am going to go

and see Dr. Henderson again,
on my own.

Actually, could I go
and see him?

Because of patient
confidentiality,

it might be easier
to get something out of him

if I pose as a man
in need of psychiatric help.

You are a man
in need of psychiatric help,

especially now you're dating
a nun.

Please go and see Dr. Henderson
as quick as you can.

Go on.
Quick. Quick. Quick.

Well, I went to get
Melissa's "Rehab" novel.

I've only read a few pages,
but it's basically

about someone called Melissa
who goes to rehab.

Brilliant.

Total lack of imagination
from Melissa.

But this is good, because that
means it's about real people

and actual events that happened
to the real people...

I.e., clues.

So continue reading.

This is odd.

I've just got an e-mail
from a solicitor in Mircester

inviting me to the viewing of
Melissa Sheppard's living will.

Hello, everyone.

Welcome to my will.

Speaking as a shoe fetishist,

where does a nun get money
for Christian Louboutins?

On with the show.

I want to make amends.

I'm sorry to my sister,
Sister Julia...

Did you see what I did there?

That I inherited everything
and you got nothing.

And sorry to James Lacey
and Agatha Raisin

if I broke up your relationship.

I also want to pay tribute
to the two men I married.

John!

Thanks for being so weird
and boring me to death.

Well, to be fair to Melissa,
I am a bit weird and boring.

And, Luke,
thanks for knocking me about.

She's lying.
I've never hit a woman.

And I never will.

That's not what Melissa told me.

I'm leaving my house
and everything I own to...

Who do we think it is?

Julia!

Yay!

This... This is crazy!

I hadn't seen her for years!

And I'm a nun!

I can't inherit even
if I wanted to.

Dr. Henderson,
I know you can't tell us much.

Melissa was a patient of yours.

Actually, she was never
a patient of mine,

so I can tell you everything.

She came to see me a couple of
weeks before she was murdered.

Said it was research

for two characters
she was writing a book about.

Ah.

Was it "Rehab" or "The Walrus"
or "Fifty Shades of James"?

What on earth is
"Fifty Shades of James"?

You really don't want to know.

I am the walrus.

Well, we all love the Beatles,
Dr. Henderson,

but perhaps if we could stick...

No, no.
It's my nickname.

'Cause of my mustache
and 'cause I'm called Russell,

she wrote a book about me.

Possibly could you tell us
more about these two characters?

Uh, one was
a diagnosed sociopath,

and one was a, uh borderline
personality disorder sufferer.

No one's ever written a book
about me before.

Uh, how do I come across?

I haven't read it.
Now...

Is there any chance
of getting me a copy?

Wish I'd never mentioned it.
These two characters?

Um, she wanted to know
what a very close friendship

between a BPD sufferer
and a sociopath would be like,

whether they really should have
a friendship at all.

I'm just going to phone my wife,

let her know someone's written
a book about me.

Why shouldn't they be friends?
After all, they're both crazy.

Actually,
that's completely wrong.

They're very different
mental disorders.

BPD sufferers have disturbed
patterns of perception

and an unstable sense of self.

They invest heavily in intense

and obsessive relationships
with other people.

Sounds like Melissa.

Sociopaths have
a grandiose sense of self,

shallow emotions, and are easily
able to discard relationships

without regret or remorse.

I warned Melissa that
in real life, her BPD character

should stay well clear
of her sociopath character.

In extreme cases,

they'd happily harm
or kill anyone in their way.

So if Melissa based
the BPD sufferer on herself,

who was the homicidal sociopath
based on?

Marjorie,
you're not gonna believe this.

I'm gonna be famous!

Hi.
Uh, listen.

Uh, I'm no tittle-tattle,

apart from maybe when
I'm being suspected of murder.

Um, it's just that, uh,

Julia said she hadn't seen
her sister for years.

And, uh, well,
according to Melissa,

her sister had been in contact
a few weeks ago and they met.

And, uh, well, she said, uh...

she said she was thinking
of leaving the order

and that she needed to borrow
a lot of money.

I just...

Okay.
Good.

Well, if Julia was thinking
of leaving the order,

she could inherit
Melissa's estate.

And if she was in debt,

that would give her
a big fat motive.

Is this really necessary?

It is if you don't want to
get arrested.

- Charles!
- Agatha!

Just brought a few donations
for the charity auction.

What with everything
that's going on,

it rather slipped my mind.

I'm surprised you remembered,
to be honest.

Oh. Are you sure you want to
give away all these?

Oh, come on.

What better way to tempt
your platonic girlfriend

to come to a charity auction
than with these little beauties?

In the same way
that this will tempt Dewey.

I think we could extract

a little more information
out of them at the auction.

- What do you think?
- Brilliant.

Shall we take all this
inside the house?

- Yeah. Yeah.
- Yes?

How about a cup of tea, seeing
as I've come all this way?

Yeah. Tea. Tea.
That'll be good.

Oh, Charles,
you've left your boot open.

Do you know what, Agatha?

I don't really want
a cup of tea!

A gin and tonic would be nice!

Oh.
Even better.

Yeah.
I think I need a drink.

Agatha was right.
Dewey couldn't stay away.

You still remember nothing about
the night Melissa was murdered?

Are you sure you don't just
want to tell Agatha you're here?

There's nothing I want more.

But chances are the murderer
is gonna be at the auction.

It's better if I stay away
and keep watch from a distance.

Okay.

Inspector Wilkes.

So, um, who's
your number-one suspect now

in the murder
of Melissa Sheppard?

Well, my fellow
armchair detective,

if I'm gonna be honest, uh,
your guess is as good as mine.

Uh, well, my guess...
Probably not as good as yours,

I mean, seeing as how you're
the actual detective,

investigating the actual case.

You make a good point.

I bought these for my daughter
from Mr. Dewey.

Uh, you know,
a surprise for her birthday.

- Yeah.
- It's nice, isn't it?

Uh, but she's here, and I don't
want her to see them.

Well, why don't I take them
with me now,

then I can drop them to you
later?

I'll bring my "Kojak" DVDs.

Who loves ya, baby?

Do you want a lollipop?

Uh, Lot number 14...
A, uh, lovely porcelain doll.

Who would like to give
an opening bid?

Fiver!

These bloody peasants
and Philistines.

Uh, £200.

Uh, £250.

What'd you do that for?
You don't want that weird doll.

I'm just winding up Dewey.

That's not funny.

This is for charity,
not your pathetic grudges.

Three hundred and fifty.

- Three-fifty bid and...
- Four.

Did Melissa ever speak

about having a special friend
in rehab?

Oh.
Discovered the shoes, I see.

I'll be bidding on all of these.

It's quite a collection.

You're the Cotswolds'
Imelda Marcos.

Oh!

Or isn't that you?

I pray every day the Lord
will forgive my little hobby.

Quite an expensive little hobby,
though, isn't it?

If I may ask you, I mean...
how do you afford it?

Four hundred and fifty!

I mean, I suppose
once you leave the order

and inherit your sister's money,

your money problems
will be a thing of the past.

I'm not leaving the order.

I haven't got money problems.

Oh. Well, that's, uh,
it's not what Dewey said.

He said that you'd been in touch
with your sister,

told her that you were leaving
your life as a... nun

and that you needed money.

My sister was a liar,
as we know.

The truth is Melissa came to me
saying that she needed money.

She'd got herself involved
with drugs again.

She wasn't making any sense.

She... She kept raving on
about the dolls.

Five hundred and fifty...
In cash.

Six hundred.
Cash.

Six hundred I have.

Oh. Kind.

We met at the, uh, Jazz Night.

- Six-fifty!
- Yeah, Detective. I remember.

Still rockin' the pigtails.

- Love it.
- Any more, anyone?

Probably should've grown out
of them by now.

- Seven hundred.
- Seven hundred and fifty!

- Seven-fifty.
- Nine hundred.

Nine hundred pounds.

- One thousand!
- One thousand pounds.

Do you want to hang out
sometime?

Sure. Yeah.
That'd be lush.

One thousand and fifty.

One thousand, one hundred.

Mr. Sheppard?

Sold to Mr. Dewey... £1,100.

A nun's life isn't easy.

I question my calling every day.

Especially now.

But honestly,
I-I have no plans to leave.

But if I ever change my mind...
maybe I'll give you a call.

I believe everything
Julia has said.

Yeah.
Course you do.

Love is blind.

Oh, God.

I thought you were my friend!

What is going on?

It's James!

- I can't see anyone.
- Well, I bloody can.

Coming through.
Coming through. Police business.

Police business. Coming through.
Leave it to the professionals.

Stay calm.

Oh, no.

No!

Wilkes says Julia was strangled.

He's asking people
if anyone saw anyone suspicious

hanging around in the garden
while the auction was on.

Oh, God.
Where is James?

He was in his room.

What?

But he's not there anymore.

In his room?

Charles Fraith.

Are you telling me that you have
been hiding him here

this entire time?

Oh, you... you... snake!

I'll go and take a look around.

So who would want Julia killed?

And are the two sisters' murders
connected?

Dewey and Luke both have reason
to kill Melissa.

But Julia as well?

I think she needed the money
from the estate

to fund her shoe habit.

Julia promised me she had
no plans to leave the order.

I don't think
she would have lied to me.

Who would have wanted to prevent
Julia from inheriting?

Not Luke or Dewey.

In fact, there's nothing
to connect them to Julia...

Unless one of them was
the killer and Julia found out.

Meanwhile, Wilkes still thinks
that James is the killer.

He can't be.

Why would James
want to kill Julia?

I didn't kill Julia.

James!

James.
Oh, God.

Listen. Move.
You can't stay here.

This is a crime scene.

The police are everywhere.
Get down. Just...

Well, what if we smuggle him out

and hide him
at the detective agency?

Great idea!
How are we gonna do that?

How fortuitous
that you turned up

just as I was having
a clear-out, Bill.

Thanks for helping me
get rid of this carpet.

No problem, Sir Charles.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Stop... right there, you two.

Now, I couldn't help
but overhear, Sir Charles,

that you suddenly want to
get rid of this carpet.

Well, it just so happens
that I need a new carpet

for my front room at home.

So put it down, roll it out...
and let's take a look, shall we?

There goes my promotion.

In fact,
there goes my whole career.

Oh, God! No! N... Oh.
Look at that dust!

Oh, that's gonna wreak havoc
with my allergies.

And that color is never gonna go
with my leatherette settee,

is it?

Oh, come on. No!
Take it to the dump.

Oh!

- Ooh.
- Uh, you okay?

It's really
just a little strain.

A strain.

Kind of a waste of time,
isn't it?

You know what?

For someone who hasn't eaten
very much recently,

you're really bloody heavy.

Ooh!

Oh.

Oh! I have finished Melissa's
truly terrible novel.

There's a character called Jimi
in it who she meets in rehab.

They fall in love,
and they have this passionate

and slightly obsessive affair.

Maybe Jimi
is the sociopathic character

that Dr. Henderson was talking
about when we went to see him.

We?

You... You took James with you?

Charles!

So did your Melissa ever mention
this Jimi character?

She was not my Melissa.

Maybe Jimi is you, James.

I doubt it, since I've never
been a drug addict or in rehab.

The way things are going,

I wouldn't rule it out
in the future.

L.J. Sheppard
Gentlemen's Outfitters...

Maybe the J stands for "Jimi."

I'll go to Luke's house
and talk to him.

Charles, don't go on your own.
At least take Sarah with you.

Or Jimi is John Dewey.

I can talk to him,
but I need someone to protect me

against some scary dolls.

- Cheers for offering, Bill.
- Come on.

Let's get you
into the hiding place.

This is the calm zone.

This is where we go when we want
to relax and just... calm down.

Agatha?

I'm not feeling very calm
in the calm zone.

You okay?

I know you were rather fond
of Julia.

She was the first person I've
connected to in a long time.

You know, you and James
are lucky to have each other.

I think he's holding
something back.

Talk to him, Agatha.

Life's too short
to leave things unsaid.

- That was almost profound.
- I know.

I rather impressed myself,
actually.

So I'll be back with
the official investigation soon.

You'll be the enemy.

Well, it's been great working
with you, Ser... Oh.

Almost-Sergeant.

Shoo, teenagers.

Will you stop smoking
and drinking beer

in a public place
and revise for your exams?

I'm sorry about that, Officer.

The millennial menace
is everywhere.

Now, I still have a long list
of antisocial adolescents

in my dossier.

If you would like to pass the
names on to the authorities...

That's brilliant,
Officer Boggle.

Maybe not right now.
We're just on a case.

Say no more.

I stand ready to assist
as always.

Shoo!
Shoo!

Don't drink in public places.
Revise!

Toni, you're
a grown-up detective.

You will not be freaked out
by creepy dolls.

So that's what the aubergine
means.

Mm.

So, I have an idea
how we can play this.

We should lull Luke
into a false sense of security.

I...

Come to collect your suit,
Sir Charles?

Because this is my home,
not my shop.

May I ask what it is
you're doing here?

Yes.

We came to tell you

that Mr. Dewey
is about to be arrested

for the murder of Melissa
and Julia.

A policeman is with him
right now.

What she said.

Oh.

Oh!

We're not here to investigate.

We're here because, um...

my boyfriend wants to buy me

that, um, lovely doll you bought
at the auction.

Oh, that's nice of him.

Me.

Nice of me, because I am
obviously the boyfriend.

What a great boyfriend I am.

Right.
Well, come in.

Please come in.

To that perv Dewey going down
for a long time.

To the... perv
for getting his comeuppance.

Indeed.

Thank you.

And cheers.

Not that it matters now that
the police have got their man,

but did Melissa ever mention
a friend she had in rehab...

Jimi?

Not as far as I know.

Ah.

And only as a matter
of interest...

What does the "J" stand for
in L.J. Sheppard?

Yes. Is it James?

John?

Why all these questions?
You said Dewey had been charged.

- Well, um...
- Uh...

- It's a process.
- Yes. Uh...

Okay. Look.

I like to think of myself
as a polite and courteous man,

but stop wasting my time and
get the hell out of my house.

Ah.

Is this the one you wanted?

Ugh! Um... yeah.
Sorry. Yes.

Um, let me hold...
the beautiful thing.

Thanks for my lovely present,
babe.

Oh.
You're welcome... honey.

Um, does the name Jimi
mean anything to you?

He was a friend of Melissa's.

No, no. Nothing.
Nothing at all. No.

I'm just, uh,
surprised you wanted a doll,

as when I last saw you, you said
my dolls, uh, creeped you out.

Oh.

We need to talk.

So, um, I-I...

It's not... We can't really talk
with this going.

More like a discombobulating
zone than a calm zone.

Uh... I'll switch it off.

Thank you.

Better.

Thank God.

First thing to say...
Um, Melissa was part

of a writers' group
that I was asked to speak to.

I've met her three times,
and that was it.

She was like that stranger
you sit next to on an airplane

and tell all your secrets
and then never see again.

All your secrets?

Melissa said there was just one.

Yeah.
T-There was.

Well, it wasn't even a...

I told her...

Are you sick?

Is that what all this stuff
with the doctor was about?

No.
No, no, no.

The book tour was great.

I-I was happy.

Maybe too happy.

I started to feel like...

I felt scared how disconnected
I was from you.

And that made me wonder,
stupidly,

if... we'd be happier apart.

And that was the secret

she wanted to tell me
at the concert?

Yes.

Agatha, when the book tour
starts again,

I need you to come with me.

Let's see the world together.

Will you do that?

James, I...

I don't know. I...

I need to think about it.

Come back to the cottage
with me.

Please?

No.

I can't go back home.
I...

I can't go back to the cottage.

I don't know what happened
that night, but...

they tried to kill me.

Melissa was trying to stop them.

Well, I paid £1,100.

How about we say £1,200
for cash?

Right.

Well, nothing's too good
for my girl.

Love the craftsmanship.

Um, what was
your relationship like

with Melissa's sister, Julia?

Oh, it was, uh,
dreadful, actually.

Dreadful.

Perhaps you'd, uh, prefer
a cheaper doll.

- Those dolls.
- Yeah?

They're the same as what you
took to the singles night.

So what?

Right.

Right.

I'm going to teach you both
a lesson you'll never forget.

So we carefully attach
the doll's head

to the doll's body, like so,
using these little tacks here.

Pop that in there and give it
a little tap, tap, tap.

Tap, tap... tap.

What? I thought you said
you loved the craftsmanship.

Yep.

You sell
vintage porcelain dolls,

- not cheap ones.
- Yes.

Why have you got those
in the cupboard?

No more Mrs. Nice Guy.

Either you start answering
or the doll gets it.

No. No. Please.
Not my gorgeous girl. Please.

Look. I'll tell you everything.
Just please don't hurt her.

You can start by telling us

why you've got
those cheap plastic dolls.

Oh, God.

We use them to move
the drugs around, unseen.

So you are a dealer.

Hang on.
What do you mean, "we"?

Look, I'm just
the drunken donkey,

like the... the drugs mule.

You don't think I'm the brains
behind an...

An operation as big as this,
do you?

Oh, God.

Oh, God.
Oh, God.

Oh, please.

No.

He's been using the cheap dolls
to move the drugs,

which is why he had one with him
at the singles night.

So if Dewey's not
the ringleader, who is?

He wouldn't tell us.

I threatened to smash his doll,
but he still wouldn't answer.

And we're still no closer
to finding this Jimi character?

Jimmy, you say?

I'll check the dossier,

but there was
a Jimmy the gravedigger

who was a mate of my dad's
after the war.

Pretty confident it's not him.

No.

How about... James Walkinshaw,
who I arrested last week

for leaving an ice-cream wrapper
on the village green?

He's 12.

Meanwhile,
the normally charming Luke

told us to get
the hell out of his house.

He knows something,
but how we're supposed to get

close enough to find out,
I don't know.

Karen, his wife,
asked me to hang out with her.

So I could get close to her and
then find out more about him.

No, no, no, no.
Y-You're not going there.

You're not putting yourself
at that kind of risk.

He's far too dangerous.

There was a Jim I snogged
at the county fair in 1969.

But I mean, if it was him,
it'd be a crazy coincidence.

Do you want to go for a drink?

Okay.
Forget that, then.

Sorry.
Sorry.

It's just I'm a bit fed up.

My sick leave's over, and I'm
going back to work tomorrow.

You know, it's been really fun

to be free of all the rules
and regulations,

not to mention
Wilkes telling me what to do.

Yeah.

I sometimes want to follow
my own instincts,

not just Agatha's.

Like my idea of seeing
Karen Sheppard.

I think that would be a great
idea to get more info on Luke.

- What do you think?
- Great.

Just got a text from my mate
saying he's had his results

and he's been made sergeant!

Well... Well, you'll be next.

But why haven't I heard?

Do you think it's a good idea
to go and see Karen?

Yeah. It's a great idea.
You should definitely do that.

Hi, Karen.
It's, uh, Toni the detective.

Um, are you around tomorrow?

Hey.

Hey.

Isn't it time you stopped
working for the night?

No.

There's a case to crack.

I know I've put you through
a lot.

I want to make it up to you.

James?
You all right?

Hey, I know that you're trying
to protect me and everyone else,

but we're gonna get
through this... together.

Right?

And where have you been
this evening, Sir Charles?

Oh.

Just for a quiet drink
at the Fox, Mrs. B.

Mm. Singles night isn't
till next Thursday.

Yes.
I know.

It's not the only reason
that I would...

I say.
Isn't that Mayor Ted?

Hmm.

His daughter can't get enough
of those dolls.

Mayor Ted hasn't got a daughter.

He's got a 14 year-old son,
who I have observed

lording it 'round town
in possession of a nose ring.

No.

I'll go and investigate this,
get it down in the dossier.

Mum, are you sure
I haven't had any post?

What?
Yeah, of course they're clean.

No, Mum.
Post.

Okay.

Thank you.
Love you.

No news?

Thank you.

Those two, they really get on.

Chemistry, I think they call it.

Ah. Is that the secret
to a happy relationship?

When I manage to have a happy
relationship, I'll let you know.

Is chemistry enough on its own,
though?

Maybe you have to work harder
than that.

Be prepared to make sacrifices
for each other.

James?

Are you okay?

Yeah.
Yeah, I'm fine.

Maybe we could get lunch.

I could get you a suspiciously
handled smoked salmon sandwich.

Celebrate my first day back
at work.

I can't.

I'm doing that thing, remember?

With Karen Sheppard.

Yeah.

You said it was a good idea.

Yeah, yeah. It's...
It's a really great idea.

Okay.

I was coming out of
the Fox and Ferret last night...

Really? It's not singles night
till next Thursday.

I know!

I was just having a quiet drink.

Anyway, I saw Mayor Ted carrying
several of Dewey's drug dolls,

presumably into the pub.

Well, I think...
that we may have a new suspect!

Hello, Detective.

How lovely to see you.

Well, you'd better come in.

Well, come on in.

I promise you I don't bite.

Get off to work, you weirdo,
and stop freaking my friend out.

Yes.
Sorry, Karen.

I'm going now.

I've got Hubby well trained.

All right.

We'll gather your things.
Then I'll drop you back.

Sheila... I'm gonna stay here.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I'm not going back in that boot.

Are you sure you're all right?

I'll be fine.
You go.

Go.

From cleaner to detective.

I love your journey.

Aw.
Thanks.

I'm just lucky to find something
I love doing.

I had some dark times
when I was younger, but...

it just made me value
everything Luke and I have done,

building up his business
and all that.

Well, of course.

To L.J. Sheppard,
Gentlemen's Outfitters.

What's the "J" stand for,
by the way?

Mm.
Jocelyn.

But Luke thinks
Jocelyn's poncey.

He's right.

Then he is quite poncey.

Luke Jocelyn Sheppard.

So if Mayor Ted is the murderer,
what's his motive?

Julia said that Melissa
had gotten back into drugs.

If she had found out
that he was the ringleader...

there's his motive right there.

But Mayor Ted was at the concert
all evening,

which gives him
a cast-iron alibi

for the night
Melissa was killed.

Attention, crime fighters.

I was reading through my dossier
last night,

and I discovered
some important evidence.

Maybe Mayor Ted
got somebody else

to do his dirty work for him.

"On the night of
Melissa Sheppard's tragic death,

I was proceeding through
the village of Carsely

with my trusty guard dog,
Felix..."

So he had Melissa killed
and then tried to frame James?

"when I saw a pesky teenager
loitering in the street.

She was wearing pigtails."

But surely someone needs
to interview the mayor

before he realizes
we've cottoned on to him.

What do we do now?

A-Agatha, are you all right?

Wait a sec.
What were you saying, Mrs. B?

I was saying I was taking
my trusty guard dog, Felix...

No, no. Not the bit about
the trusty guard dog, Felix.

The bit about the teenager.

I'm pretty sure the murderer
was a grown-up.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Boggle.

I think you might be obsessed
with antisocial teenagers.

Are you actually suggesting

that Mrs. Boggle
bumped into an adolescent

who attacked James
and killed Melissa and Julia?

No, that is not
what I am saying.

What I am saying is
that maybe Mrs. B thought

she saw a teenager.

I know a teenager
when I see one.

You said this person was wearing
pigtails. Am I right?

Well, what if this teenager
was Karen Sheppard?

She wears pigtails.

Who's Karen Sheppard?

It couldn't have been Karen.

She was at the concert
with her husband, with Luke.

That's her!

Bill, arrest her pervert husband

for marrying an underage
14-year-old.

Maybe she slipped out
during the concert.

That would work.

That would give her enough time
to go from Barfield Hall

all the way to Carsely,
murder Melissa and attack James,

and still get back
in time for the encore.

Doesn't make sense.

Luke Sheppard's van was parked
at Barfield the whole evening.

The motorcycle helmet.

Charles, do you remember
the first time we went

to Luke and Karen's house?

There was a motorcycle helmet
next to the bong.

Were there any motorcycles
parked outside Barfield

- the night of the concert?
- I didn't see one.

What if... she put the motorcycle

in the back of the van
and then unloaded it?

Luke Sheppard was asleep
during the concert.

I saw him sleeping but couldn't
see Karen from where I was.

Oh, no.

Bill, you bloody idiot.

Toni's with Karen.

I'll tell Wilkes to arrest
the mayor,

but we need to get
to Karen's house!

I mean, I have so much
to thank Agatha for.

I'm so glad James is alive.

Her husband's okay?

Yeah.
He's back home, and he's fine.

I'm very happy too.

Hendrix.
Retro.

Oh, yeah, babes.

I'm a massive fan of Jimi.

Right.
Same place next Wednesday.

- Okay, Jack?
- Mm-hmm.

Stand away from the doll.

I said step away from the doll!

Mayor Ted, I'm arresting you for
drug dealing and drug smuggling.

You do not have to say anything,
but anything you...

I thought we were partners.

I thought together
we could clean up this town.

God damn it.

Cuff him.

It's a fair cop,
as they said on "The Sweeney."

But, um, technically speaking,

you smuggled those dolls
I gave you to bring to my house.

So, um...

You better cuff him and all.

Yes.
All right.

No.
Hang on.

Oh, you're good.

I've checked with the DVLA.

There's a motorcycle
registered to Karen Sheppard.

Luke Sheppard's at his shop
under surveillance.

Karen! It's the police!
Open up!

Karen!

Toni!

Toni!

Anything?

Toni.

God.
You took your time.

I'm trying to sleep.

I wouldn't bother, James Lacey.

You can sleep when you're dead.

Melissa saved my life.

Yeah, she did.

Silly bitch.

I'm Karen Sheppard, by the way.

But, uh... you can call me Jimi.

You're the sociopath friend
from rehab.

Sociopath?

Rude.

I met Melissa in rehab,
and we were together for years.

Poor love was obsessed with me.

Promised to leave me everything
in her will.

Of course she tried to
escape me,

but I, uh, followed her here.

Got a job working for Luke,
seduced him,

got him to break up his marriage
to Melissa.

Even though he still loved her.

That's how much
he was under my thumb.

So then Melissa and her money
were mine once again.

Until you came along.

You're a monster.

Whatever.

Melissa told me
about your affair...

how you told her
to break up with me

and leave her estate to you.

That was rubbish.

That was her fantasy.

Sure, it was.

I wanted you dead.

The night of the concert,
I saw Melissa leave.

Then I slipped away when my
boring old husband fell asleep.

Followed her here to kill you.

Then she stopped me.

So I lashed at her with a hammer
and went back to the concert.

And Julia?

Why did you kill her?

What had she done to you?

I overheard
your posh friend Charles

talk about
"Melissa's friend from rehab."

I thought she knew about me.

The things we do for love, eh?

Stop!

Karen Sheppard's raving.
Lost her mind.

Or she's pretending she has.

Mayor Ted is going down
for a long time.

On the upside,
he'll have time to watch

all 10 seasons of "Columbo."

I'm a bit jealous.

Oh.
Are those garibaldis?

I-I, uh...

I have a confession.

Go on.

I invited myself to stay

not because you had problems
in your relationship

but because I'm having problems
in mine.

And, uh, I need to go home
and deal with it.

Well, I hope you work things out
with your husband.

Oh, dear.

How are you doing?

Better.

I'm still really sad
about Julia, obviously.

But it occurred to me...
A nun fell in love with me.

I think the old magic is back.

Bill, there's a letter here
for you.

Your mum must have
forwarded it on.

I can't open it.

I'll do it.

Oh.
It's a parking ticket.

- What?
- I'm just kidding.

You passed.
You're a detective sergeant!

Congratulations.

I'm so sorry I confided
in Melissa and not you.

Oh, James.

I'm sure there have been times

when I should have confided
in you too.

In fact... I know there are.

I can't come on the book tour
with you.

Then I'm canceling it.

I-I could be away months,
even a year.

No, James.

Absolutely not.

You have worked so hard
for this,

to make a success of it.

You are going back
on that book tour.

I insist.

Then come with me.

Please.

I can't.

This is your adventure.
It's... It's not mine.

I... I need to be...

Well, I want to be here.

The agency's doing better
than ever, and you know what?

I'm happy.

You know, when you were away,
I began to realize

that I could actually be happy
on my own.

And I need to give that
at least a bit of a try.

Course.

When Sheila was here,

she was avoiding
some kind of problem at home.

Let's not become that.

I don't think we'll ever stop
loving each other.

But I think we're being pulled
in different directions.

Whoops.

Goodbye, James Lacey.

Goodbye, Agatha Raisin.